interstellar5555 | 001 ✽ Be our guest

Who: Luce, and the many fellow Virgos
What: In which the hired chefs weren't warned about the Tiny God, kitchens are borrowed, and there's an open lunch.
When: Backdated to Oct 4, from morning to noon
Where: Around Virgo HQ, and eventually the FoB penthouse
Warnings: None.

About and Around: Virgo HQ. 9 am

You'd think celebrities would get to sleep in, but nope. Someone is knocking at your penthouse door and whoever gets the honor of opening it will get to see Luce standing there smiling.

"I know this is rather sudden, but would it be alright if I used your penthouse's kitchen?"

Yep, that's sure a question.

Flowers Over Bones Penthouse. Anytime before noon.

For those who are curious just as to what is going on, they're more than welcome to drop by the penthouse where Luce's band is staying. They'll generally find, at the kitchen table, someone clearly recognizable as a hired Virgo chef sitting there with her hand in her hands. She seems a bit... shell shocked. Sitting nearby is FoB's manager, Angel Ramsey, looking like she's given up on all of life's goodness as she does work on a laptop balanced on her knees.

If the timing is right or you wait around long enough, Luce comes bustling back in straight towards the kitchen to check on any number of things that seem to be baking, broiling, cooking, steaming... It's a very full kitchen. (If you've let her borrow yours, undoubtedly you know the scene now.) Feel free to talk to her even while she's so busy.

Flowers Over Bones Penthouse. Lunchtime.

Have you let Luce use your kitchen? Were you at any point even just idly bumped into while she was making her way around HQ? You've now been invited to have lunch with her band.

All the food from the other kitchens has been carted up to the penthouse, the chef having recovered enough to lead that endeavor, and now there is an unprecedented amount of food taking up whatever available space there is. There's soup, pasta, meatballs, salad, and so much bread. The fact that there's so much is probably proof of magic.

Furthering the idea that she's likely powered by witchcraft and the tears of angels, Luce bustles around as she gets her own lunch. "Don't worry, just dig in! Waste not, want not. And Angel, I've seen our schedule for this week..."

Once things have settled down, Luce can be found sitting outside enjoying the beautiful ocean view. She seems to be scribbling words down onto a set of three papers while eating her lunch. The titles seem to be Mare, Vongola, and Arcobaleno. Every now and then, she nibbles on something thoughtfully and just stares down. An artist's work is never done.

Threaded | Flat

[ Ivan tries his best to sleep in as long as he could, nestled underneath all the covers and pillows on his bed. If left unchecked, Ivan will sleep through breakfast. (Oh well, more for other members of the band?) If someone wakes him, he'll be up and mulling about and possibly bumping into every piece of furniture as he explores. (Who put that coffee table there? Ow.)

As lunch rolls by, Ivan dutifully starts brewing some tea for the band and any guests. He'll brew green tea and black tea (for those who want to ~~ruin their tea~~ put sugar and cream in). ]

Here's your tea.

[Ryouta had been bumped into while he was coming up from the gym and now he's here. He's worked up an appetite and is happily eating. Perhaps not as much as Tiny God, but the amount that a typical athletic, teenage boy his size does. Which is to say a lot.]

Wow, I had no idea someone could eat that much.

[he says as he devours his pasta in five bites.]

Is that onion gratin soup?

[and competly forgoing manners he reaches for it]

[Yan can be an early riser if he has to be, but it's not really his first choice in life. He's at least awake when someone starts knocking on the door, but barely so. He kind of has to drag himself over and fumble with the door to get it open. Then he's stuck blinking blearily down at Luce as she asks her question.]

What.

[He's not even alert enough to stick a question mark on that. He's not even dressed for company, considering he's still wearing the T-shirt and sweatpants he wore to bed. His hair is sticking out in every direction possible, too, and since he hasn't shaved, it looks like his goatee is sending out feelers for a migration up his face.]

Why?

[Oh, there's the question mark.]

[Rei is not a morning person. Rei will never in any universe ever be a morning person. And she's been so frazzled lately with...daydreams...and songwriting that it's hard to get any sleep. Which is why when she does stumble out of bed with the worst case of bedhead you can imagine (seriously look at that hair) and wanders in looking for coffee? She barely notices Angel beyond a cursory nod.

The dark skinned woman's only acknowledgement of Rei's presence is a return nod, and a soulful smile. That was generally the extent of their interactions, with Rei simply doing as asked and Angel having no problems with Rei's work ethic and demeanor. It was probably why she was the one handling the young violinist.

Now, when Luce bustles back in, Rei starts, practically jumping like a scalded cat at the sight...and the coffee-induced break in the haze.]

Luce?! What on earth is going on? Why...are there nine pots boiling?

Lunchtime

Lunchtime

9 AM, geez, Luce...

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